But in reality, not even the shifting of the cosmos or the colliding of continents could ever make me look away.

And my weakness grows until it growls at the colesseums of confidence and chases the chariots containing my constantly screaming desires, never changing, as I desperately drink glistening drops from the holy grail in a Last Grand Attempt to remain

Immortal

My castles crumble,

Unable to control the massive capacity created within them.

I cry,

No wonder.

Through all the Floods and the Thunder

No doubt, royalty without its loyalty was meant for me.

Did you Doubt?

That even in my distress, nothing less than the Princess who wears the less than nothing crown,